He felt her body tremble with the beginning of a shout, but the fatal words never came. He’d seen her body do it before, when she was too scared or adrenaline fueled and her throat just plain refused to shout. She whimpered underneath him and bit her lip. He pressed another rough kiss to her mouth, pushing in and out, her tiny body trying to reject him. He finally came with grunt. And collapsed on top of her, when the shout came. Kerek went flying across the room, hitting the wall on the other side turned halfway around.
Ryla stood, straightening her dress and covering the parts he had ripped in his frenzy. She trembled, her lower region still dripping with his essence. A guard pounded on the doors to her room and, shakily, she moved to scoot the dresser out of the way. The doors flew open, Lydia and three guards standing and looking at her. Ryla looked back. How was she supposed to behave in a situation like this? She turned her head and glanced at Kerek who was still struggling to remove himself from behind the chest and clutter. She looked at Lydia, who moved to her side and wrapped an arm around her. Ryla watched as the guards moved to Kerek, who, spent from his violent actions and the beserker’s rage, let the guards take him without complaint. She whimpered again and fell into Lydia’s embrace.
---
The following days, Ryla tried to behave as if everything was normal. She went to Farengar’s lessons at 9, still musing over his mutton chops, even as he apologized profusely for not teaching her more defensive spells. And, “Was it terrible? I heard orcs are quite big... Down. There. Are you all right do you need a healer?” She’d nodded and shook her head at the appropriate questions before dismissing herself and heading to the Bannered Mare.
Mikael showed disinterest in her, instead focusing his songs on a pretty redguard who had showed up in town recently. She was crushed to find that he had changed a few words of the songs he sang to herself for the new girl. But, Ryla took the bribe, promising not to say anything. She spent most of her time huddled in the children’s bed where her alchemy table used to be. Lydia opened the door slowly, peering in and looking at Ryla for a long while. “Uhm, my thane?” Ryla sat up at looked at Lydia, her eyes quiet. “He has, uhm... Kerek,” Lydia flinched at the word, but Ryla only sat up straighter, hope filling her. “Wanted to see you. In the dungeons.”
Ryla nodded and stood quickly. Moving through the house and putting on her mages robes. “Lydia.” She said finally, at the front door.
From above, Lydia replied, “Yes, my thane?”
“When I’m done talking to Kerek I’m going to go to Winterhold. Okay?” Lydia was next to her in a heartbeat, concern washing over her usually expressionless face. “Alone. I need the time to clear my head.”
“I’m not so sure that’s the brightest idea. Remember the priestess wanted you to stick around to see if you were...” Lydia paused, her eyes searching Ryla’s for help. “With child.”
Ryla laughed, surprising Lydia. “I’m not with child, Lydia.” She explained. “I can feel it. We who use magik are very in tune with our spirits.”
Lydia gave her a look. “I’m your housecarl, Ryla.” She explained. “And I’ll do whatever you want me to. But Winterhold is a long way up there. I’d hate for you to get hurt...” Lydia paused, looking away, seemingly interested in a blue bowl.
“Again.” Ryla finished for her. “In the same way that Kerek hurt me.”
“Yes.” Lydia tucked her own braid behind her ear, resisting the urge to yell at Ryla.
Ryla stared at her for a long moment. How could she tell Lydia that this man, this orc who had defiled her, had a pure heart? How could she tell Lydia that she had forgiven him? Almost instantaneously. How could tell Lydia that if he had just been... a little less rough, that she would have enjoyed herself very much? She opened her mouth and then closed it.
“I’ll be fine.” She whispered, closing the distance between them and leaning her forehead on Lydia’s shoulder. “I promise. I’ll hire someone or make a few friends along the way.”
Lydia looked down at the top of Ryla’s head and wrapped her arms around her. “Why don’t you want me to come with you?”
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Green Eyed [9/?]
Date: 2014-06-14 03:26 pm (UTC)Ryla stood, straightening her dress and covering the parts he had ripped in his frenzy. She trembled, her lower region still dripping with his essence. A guard pounded on the doors to her room and, shakily, she moved to scoot the dresser out of the way. The doors flew open, Lydia and three guards standing and looking at her. Ryla looked back. How was she supposed to behave in a situation like this? She turned her head and glanced at Kerek who was still struggling to remove himself from behind the chest and clutter. She looked at Lydia, who moved to her side and wrapped an arm around her. Ryla watched as the guards moved to Kerek, who, spent from his violent actions and the beserker’s rage, let the guards take him without complaint. She whimpered again and fell into Lydia’s embrace.
---
The following days, Ryla tried to behave as if everything was normal. She went to Farengar’s lessons at 9, still musing over his mutton chops, even as he apologized profusely for not teaching her more defensive spells. And, “Was it terrible? I heard orcs are quite big... Down. There. Are you all right do you need a healer?” She’d nodded and shook her head at the appropriate questions before dismissing herself and heading to the Bannered Mare.
Mikael showed disinterest in her, instead focusing his songs on a pretty redguard who had showed up in town recently. She was crushed to find that he had changed a few words of the songs he sang to herself for the new girl. But, Ryla took the bribe, promising not to say anything. She spent most of her time huddled in the children’s bed where her alchemy table used to be.
Lydia opened the door slowly, peering in and looking at Ryla for a long while. “Uhm, my thane?” Ryla sat up at looked at Lydia, her eyes quiet. “He has, uhm... Kerek,” Lydia flinched at the word, but Ryla only sat up straighter, hope filling her. “Wanted to see you. In the dungeons.”
Ryla nodded and stood quickly. Moving through the house and putting on her mages robes. “Lydia.” She said finally, at the front door.
From above, Lydia replied, “Yes, my thane?”
“When I’m done talking to Kerek I’m going to go to Winterhold. Okay?” Lydia was next to her in a heartbeat, concern washing over her usually expressionless face. “Alone. I need the time to clear my head.”
“I’m not so sure that’s the brightest idea. Remember the priestess wanted you to stick around to see if you were...” Lydia paused, her eyes searching Ryla’s for help. “With child.”
Ryla laughed, surprising Lydia. “I’m not with child, Lydia.” She explained. “I can feel it. We who use magik are very in tune with our spirits.”
Lydia gave her a look. “I’m your housecarl, Ryla.” She explained. “And I’ll do whatever you want me to. But Winterhold is a long way up there. I’d hate for you to get hurt...” Lydia paused, looking away, seemingly interested in a blue bowl.
“Again.” Ryla finished for her. “In the same way that Kerek hurt me.”
“Yes.” Lydia tucked her own braid behind her ear, resisting the urge to yell at Ryla.
Ryla stared at her for a long moment. How could she tell Lydia that this man, this orc who had defiled her, had a pure heart? How could she tell Lydia that she had forgiven him? Almost instantaneously. How could tell Lydia that if he had just been... a little less rough, that she would have enjoyed herself very much? She opened her mouth and then closed it.
“I’ll be fine.” She whispered, closing the distance between them and leaning her forehead on Lydia’s shoulder. “I promise. I’ll hire someone or make a few friends along the way.”
Lydia looked down at the top of Ryla’s head and wrapped her arms around her. “Why don’t you want me to come with you?”